Liʻi Manu (Little Bird)
Disclaimer: Not mine...
An: Prompted by a friend to do this little story.
"The wind doesn't stop just because the mountain is there, it flows over or around, a lesson to learn." ~Hawaiian Life
Running her hands through her shoulder-length blonde hair the petite woman let out a soft groan and rolled her shoulders before stretching and taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, it had been a long day, a long night too. Her body ached from the dull headache starting at her temples down to her ankles the pain seeming to concentrate at her joints. A quick glance to the clock at the across the room told she had three more hours of work including clean-up. She smiled at the man in front of her, her pale blue-green eyes twinkling as she listened intently to the story he was telling her.
"You know what Marty," she said when the man paused to take a sip of his beer. "I think you should just suck it up and tell her how you feel. You've been pining over her for three years now, and how is she going to know that you have feelings for her if you don't grow a pair and tell her how you feel."
The man in front of her brow furrowed in deep thought as he contemplated what she had said, "You really think I should do that?"
She nodded biting back the urge to laugh as she said, "Take it from me, I'm a girl who's been in a lot of relations, some good and some not so great. But if you don't act on feelings then you are going to spend all your time wishing on what could have been and then the next thing you know she's going to be gone, snatched up by some tall dark and handsome with a lot of money and she would have never known if you and she will ever be more or have more than just friends. Trust me Marty, tell her. If she were me, I'd want to know if someone had feelings for me, especially if they were as cute and as nice as you."
The man grinned and pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek, before tucking some money under his now empty glass of beer and said, "Same time tomorrow?"
She smiled running a hand through her hair again as she said, "Maybe you won't be alone next time."
"You ever think about becoming a therapist Mary-Ann?" an amused male voice said from a few feet away.
The petite blonde laughed and said, "I already thought I was…" she turned toward her boss with a smile as she cleared the glass of beer from the bar and deposited the money into the cash register.
"No seriously," her boss said. "Have you ever thought of going back to school and becoming a licensed psychologist or therapist instead of working in a dump like this."
She rolled her eyes and snapped the wet dishrag at her boss as she said, "Jake's Watering Hole is not a dump, it is a well established and popular honky-tonk with the best barbequed brisket this side of the Mississippi and if I was a licensed psychologist, you wouldn't have your best bartender." She gave him a sweet smile and moved down the bar to check on her next customer.
"That was harsh advice you gave Marty there, McGarrett, telling him to man up and grow a pair, " Jake said with a laugh. "You might as well have just emasculated him there…"
Mary Ann rolled her eyes and she turned and said, "Marty wouldn't know a swift kick in the seat unless someone gave it to him. I was just trying to help him see the light before he gets run over by the train."
An: So what do you think so far? Chapter 2 is just around the corner...
